in the autumn chill—
those endless nights
of weeping my soul;
Even now, I
Grow mellow
As leaves turn bright—
And watch
You outshine
The autumn light.
Bright leaves
The colour of your hair,
Tangle in long grass
And tarry there;
And I benumbed
By autumn’s seer,
Remain entranced
After all these years.
Oh those red-headed beauties. They enthrall. Lovely work, John:)
Thanks, Pryde :)
I still read everyday and love your poems and stories
@johnjgeddes
The colour of your hair,
Tangle in long grass
And tarry there.
Such a touching lines they are... Big thanks to you for sharing this beautiful poetry. Thanks and my suggestion is that please do share more like this... Thanks :)